A Seedy Part of Santaville – by Musk Oxen

A date thingy? Ah! Calendar

Unfortunately, Vixen had to withdraw from the photo session due to ill-health. Yeah right.

Are you ready to join Blogdramedy (our illustrious leader, the brains behind BlogFestivus) and my fellow passengers aboard the Joy Train. Then bring on day four. 😉

**EPIC DISCLAIMER**

Okay folks, hold on to your pants, this one is definitely not pretty. Contains scenes only suitable for adults, please do not let your children read this. No, honestly. I wouldn’t read it, and I’m not a child, so… hey, why not check out the others! (You’ll find their links at the end of this post). But before you do, maybe you’d like to take a quick look, a tiny peek if you can manage it.

R.D.E.A Cranberry raid. Secret location.

Day 4. Three blocks down, on the corner of Holly and Ivy, I found Vixen turning tricks for peppermint hay. She looked haggard, jittering from Cranberry withdrawal. How did I know? The tell-tale red puncture marks on her bare antlers.

She had finished with her last Tom for the day. I followed her to a rundown block of flats at the end of Fairy Lane, snuck up the stairs behind her and watched as she entered her flat. I gave her time to settle and remove her Red Mac before pushing the buzzer. A tinny version of ‘jingle bells’ started up and I smirked.

Within seconds, I heard her hooves scrapping on the other side of the door and then it opened. A black eye peered through the crack, I waved the vial of Cranberry I had bought earlier, knowing she would let me in, knowing she would do anything for a fix.

Vixen didn’t disappoint, and I walked in to the stinking pit, which she called home. She closed the door and scuttled after me, desperate to get high.

‘Look, before I give you this, tell me, was it you who killed Santa?’ I felt like a dealer, but hey, needs must.

She nodded her head, snatched the vial, filled a syringe and groaned as the cranberry hit her veins. ‘I just needed… to be… loved. That’s all,’ she moaned, and slid into a drug-fuelled stupor.